"Don't kill him, he's the only who can tell us where he sent-"
The cage appeared around Mystic, who then rolled his eyes and sighed. "I just don't bloody believe it." A flash later he was gone.
Wait a second. You mean you didnt do that Newton? Then where the hell did he send them? I didnt know clocks could do that!
All of a sudden the situation changed from a typical beat down of some bad guys to a possible disaster with two members teleported away to parts unknown!
He toggled his microphone. Um, we might have a problem here. Abrahms and Mystic got ported away somewhere by a clock Prince and we dont know where. If someone has some kind of telemetry on our communicators we might want to get it now!
Sting watched as the Prince eyed him up, trying to line up a good shot. Sting worked to keep some kind of cover as long as he could.
Newton, you still with me back there? He called out. You might want to get out of here like NOW!
The Prince fired a bolt of electricity to try to get Sting to move to a clear spot. Just a little closer you tin can
Sting whispered. The Prince moved up and aimed his shot. At that moment Sting leapt out, dodging the shot and landing on the clock Prince, wrapping his arms and legs around the metallic monster. He grabbed the arm that seemed to have the electrical blaster housed within and emitted spines and poison as much as he could.
The two wrestled for a few moments, the poison slowly eating away at the shell of the Prince. Suddenly electricity flowed through the exterior of the clock and into Sting. His body convulsed and the communicator popped and fried. After a couple of seconds the shock ended and Sting slumped down now kneeling on the floor, barely conscious, he still limply held the arm of the clock Prince.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
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Wait a second. You mean you didnt do that Newton? Then where the hell did he send them? I didnt know clocks could do that!
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Neither did I, Newton yelled back as he slammed the Skulls further back into the tunnels.
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He toggled his microphone. Um, we might have a problem here. Abrahms and Mystic got ported away somewhere by a clock Prince and we dont know where. If someone has some kind of telemetry on our communicators we might want to get it now!
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Newton, you still with me back there? He called out. You might want to get out of here like NOW!
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Newton looked up at the ceiling above the Skulls. Elisa, fall back, he called out. He motioned at the ceiling above the leather-garbed gang members, and cracks appeared in the tunnel. The Skulls looked up and then ran as fast as they could away from the cracks. With a dull rumble, the tunnel collapsed. Dust and dirt enveloped them, and Newton coughed as he stumbled back up the tunnel to the basement.
With watering eyes, Newton squinted at the large figure holding the lean form of the insect man. Reaching into his singularity at his storage shed, Newton pulled the remains of a 1972 Pontiac Catalina and threw it at the clockwork prince.
The impact was thunderous, and rusty metal car parts flew every where. Several shelving units were knocked over, and shampoo and conditioner spilled on to the ground. As it tried to regain its feet, the prince slipped on the slippery mess, and Sting slid across the ground towards Newton and Elisa.
Answer the damn phone! Oh, that ringing is in my head. The fuzz started to clear from Stings vision as he got up on his hands and knees. He saw a bottle of conditioner broken open in front of him. Great, now my chitin will be shiny and have body. He grumbled.
Sting saw the destruction in the tunnel behind them. Ok so what now assistant boss? He asked Newton. Beat the snot out of it and not learn where it sent Mystic and Abrahms, run, or try to make a tin can talk to us? Im pretty sure that except for a few psychics no one has ever gotten information from a clock before. And Im pretty sure I cant take another shot of that guys bug zapper.
Sting climbed to his feet, steadying himself on the wall, and deployed his spines. Many of the spines were burnt and blackened at the tips. He saw that the clock prince was still having trouble with the footing, but would soon steady himself and start shooting again.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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Ok so what now assistant boss? He asked Newton. Beat the snot out of it and not learn where it sent Mystic and Abrahms, run, or try to make a tin can talk to us? Im pretty sure that except for a few psychics no one has ever gotten information from a clock before. And Im pretty sure I cant take another shot of that guys bug zapper.
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Knock it silly! Newton said as he threw the clock prince to the ceiling and back to the floor. Well tear it apart looking for clues in a moment, but well do Mystic and Abrahms no good what so ever if we are dead!
"Knocking things silly I can do!" Sting said as he hurled a batch of spines at the clock. He followed that up by leaping over to the prince as it regained its feet. As he slid toward it, using the slick floor to his advantage, he slammed it in the chest with both hands and sent it tumbling again.
The effort did cause him to lose his footing a bit as well and he had to grab the broken wall to keep his footing.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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"Knocking things silly I can do!" Sting said as he hurled a batch of spines at the clock. He followed that up by leaping over to the prince as it regained its feet. As he slid toward it, using the slick floor to his advantage, he slammed it in the chest with both hands and sent it tumbling again.
The effort did cause him to lose his footing a bit as well and he had to grab the broken wall to keep his footing.
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Newton ripped a sofa through the wormhole and slammed it into the flailing robot. Cushions, springs, and upholstery scattered as the huge robot rose. The smell of ozone overpowered the more gentle scent of shampoo.
Oh, drat, Newton said. He through a gravity field around Sting just as electricity erupted from the outstretched arms of the Clockwork prince.
The electric blast struck Stings bubble, but flowed away from him.
One strand of electrical energy leapt up from the bubble and struck the floating Newton. The green-haired mutant flew back and struck one of the support wooden beams hard, cracking it, and probably cracking a rib or two. The ceiling above them groaned in protest.
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One strand of electrical energy leapt up from the bubble and struck the floating Newton. The green-haired mutant flew back and struck one of the support wooden beams hard, cracking it, and probably cracking a rib or two. The ceiling above them groaned in protest.
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Sting was exhausted and barely on his feet but somehow kept going. That doesnt sound good! Newton, I think maybe it is time to go! Sting shouted as he jammed a spine into a shoulder joint, destroying its ability to move.
He followed that with a kick to the side of a damaged knee joint and it gave way. Sting stood over the clock prince. Ok chump, where did you send our friends?!?
He was rewarded with a right cross from the still good arm of the clock. As he slammed into the wall, dislodging a few more cinder blocks, the ceiling shifted cracks appearing. There was the sound of timbers groaning and cracking as dust and bits of ceiling fell into the mess of car parts, sofa stuffing, and shampoo on the floor. The old building had clearly been strained past the breaking point and was about to come down.
Hey Newton, I think now would be a good time to be leaving. Sting said as he saw the prince slowly rise standing between Sting and the exit where the stairs used to be.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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Hey Newton, I think now would be a good time to be leaving. Sting said as he saw the prince slowly rise standing between Sting and the exit where the stairs used to be.
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Newton shook his head to clear it, and saw only three Stings, two Elisas, and one clockwork prince. This didnt go quite the way we had intended
he murmured as he sent one of his singularities out. With a mighty mental heave, he threw himself, Sting, and Elisa out of the building.
They reappeared ten feet above the ground, and Newton fell like a sack of potatoes and landed with a dull thud.
The creaking of the building got louder, and Newton looked up and saw a little old lady through the glass door.
Bloody frag! Newton yelled as his gravity warp engulfed her and yanked her unceremoniously through the wormhole. She sprawled on the ground next to him.
With a clamorous crash, the building collapsed in on itself, and the sound of clockwork parts crushing in on themselves was added to the mix.
Newton looked wearily over at Sting and the silent Elisa. Do you suppose that took it out?
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They reappeared ten feet above the ground, and Newton fell like a sack of potatoes and landed with a dull thud.
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Sting followed suit, too tired to even try to break his fall. He sat up and watched as Newton pulled the lone remaining lady out of the beauty salon before it collapsed on itself.
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Newton looked wearily over at Sting and the silent Elisa. Do you suppose that took it out?
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Ya think? Sting said, teasingly as he lay back down. Hey lady, if anyone asks, just tell them that the clockwork dug under the building and the heroes from the 26th arrived just in time to save everyone. Got it?
Sting reached for his radio and found nothing but burnt pieces. Newton, see if you can reach someone
anyone on the radio. The boss has to be somewhere, but I also think that Coolant is still back at the station.
He threw the pieces of his comm. unit down. Great, now when I need Mr. Know-it-all to fix this thing, he isnt around.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
OOC: Sorry I'm going through a transition period with housing.
Elisa shrugged, "I'm not too sure, but it definately inconveninced him. Newton, you deal with teleportation, can you trace where Mystic went? You know like tracking via reverse teleportation?"
((occ: yeah, real life does get in the way of what we love to do sometimes, doesn't it. Speaking of which, I'm heading off to lovely Madison, WI for vacation. Not sure of internet access while I'm there. Be back on Monday night, but don't let me hold up the story. Have a good weekend!))
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Elisa shrugged, "I'm not too sure, but it definately inconveninced him. Newton, you deal with teleportation, can you trace where Mystic went? You know like tracking via reverse teleportation?"
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I havent tried to do anything like that, Newton frowned. Im not sure what to look for some sort of sub-space distortion
The green-haired man shut his eyes and then shuddered. Its no good. Paragon City has too much background, foreground, and all-around-ground teleporting noise going on. Between the grid and the teleporting heroes, no way. Newton reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. And looking at all that gave me a headache, as well.
He sighed. Were going to have to do it the old fashioned way dig the clockwork out of the basement and see if there are any clues to where he came from.
He glanced at the sobbing beauty salon owner and her staff and her clients. As a future note, lets also see about helping in the rebuilding of this salon.
"Yeah, I'll get on the 'digging out' part as soon as I catch my breath. As for the rebuilding - maybe once there isn't someone trying to kill me."
After a few minutes Sting started in on the remains of the building. It was a mess of broken timbers and salon debris. It would take a while to find the clockwork.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
Sean bussied himself exploring the building. Found hiself a room. It was one of the interagation rooms, but the sound deadening walls could be good. "Man this place has been trashed" He said to one of the workers.
"Yah those punk a$$ Skull chumps. Know how to make a mess. The trolls are even better. We is done with dis room so dont mess it up till your boss signs it as complete. Ok"
"Sure no problem. I'll take care of it like it was my own room." With that he went up to the bunk room and grabbed a bed and moved in. "Hey coolant if ya need me I'll be in my room setteling in."
Even we mighty can fall.
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Sting continued to dig into the ruins of the beauty shop, dodging further collapses as they happened. Finally he managed to get down to the crushed clock prince and pulled the head and remains of the torso out.
"Ok, let's get this crap back to the two-six and see if we can figure something out. This may be out of our league so start thinking about who we can call to help us out."
After wrapping the clock debris in a blanket Sting headed back the 26th.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
His bed in place, the poster of his "in his dreams girl friend" hung on the back of the door so no one could se it. He liked this intergation room. The first time he was ever hauled in for questioning, was in this very room. It was much cleaner, neater and warmer now. Smelled of fresh paint, not sweat and fear from all the previous occupants. It's been almost half hour since Sting answered that help call, Rough justice moved out front to the desk to look for a radio, and check the board.
Even we mighty can fall.
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Sting finally made it back to the two-six. He was clearly a little worse for wear - the scar from the green goop still evident on his face and eyes, he had burn marks in several places, and other obvious damage on his chitin.
He landed, with the sack of clock parts slung over his shoulder and saw Rough Justice standing outside.
"Heya RJ. We had a small problem at the salon; we lost the boss and Abrahms to this clock. We think he teleported them away, so I brought his remains back. Hopefully we can figure out where they went."
Sting walked slowly into the building. "Oh yeah, and we demolished the salon building completely." He shrugged.
"You know anything about tracing teleportation or maybe have a friend that does?" He dumped his load on the table and sat down.
"Heh, all of a week and this %#&$ing experiment is probably done. We've done nothing but have half-failed missions and now managed to trash one business and destroy another along with the building it was in. Not to mention that we lost our freaking leader." Sting sighed. "Wonder if I should just jet now or let them put me back in the Zig?"
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
Re: The two six (RP)
"That does not sound to promising. If you do let me know because iether way I'd be right behind you. Know what I mean? Hey let me help you with the scap metal."
Rough Justice takes the blanket from Sting, lifting it with ease. "Sting hit a shower get that gunk off ya. I might be able to get some one, I know a witch and a gadget gal. I'll see if i can get a hold of them. This is going down to the evidance locker. The vault to be specific." He headed downstairs with his burden, being sure to let it bump on each step.
Even we mighty can fall.
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Sting went and got cleaned up, then wandered the building to see if anyone else was still around.
It seemed a bit empty - Sting knew Newton was on his way back, but had stayed to ensure all of the salon people were ok. Coolant was probably locked up in his chamber and most of the others were out or had already fled the two-six after the wild ride through the land of the dead.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
RJ was searching the garage. It had lots of useless items some not so useless. As Sting wandered in, looking some what improved. "Hey sting, just out of curiosity. The chitin is hard right. I mean it does not let air pass through like skin?" Taking his nod for agreement.
"I found something here might help against some chemicals for you. It is that Silicone wax that came out a few years ago." Holding up his hand, in a 'stay clam' type maneuver. "I am not trying to poke fun at you. Seriously, I remember them pouring battery acid, on a car that had this stuff. It was good till it rolled of the waxed area onto the unprotected paint and started bubbling it." With a shrug he holds out the bottle. "Hey we can try it on a spot on that heap over there," he says as he points to a mangled bodies that weren't worth stealing. "If you want, but hey if it works, what do you have to loose."
Even we mighty can fall.
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"Heh, sure whatever works, I'll give it a shot. Plus it'll give me that shine that will make all the other insect heroes envious."
He took the container of stuff and and took a look at it, then shrugged.
"So anything else worthwhile down here? Like a teleportation tracing device? Maybe we can mount that clock's head like a hood ornament."
Sting started going through the clock parts, he wasn't sure what he was looking for but figured he might find a clue of some kind.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
"I have left messages with the two ladies I was talking about. Hope to hear from them soon."
Even we mighty can fall.
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"I have left messages with the two ladies I was talking about. Hope to hear from them soon."
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Schnikies!
This is a lotta stuff to catch up with. And have ya'll considered a seperate thread for "OOC" comments like this? Could cut down some of the info-glut.
Gimmie some time to read up. And then cut the grass. I do my best plotting away from the computer.
"SARS, Bird Flue, 9/11, Anthrax in the Mail, Mad Cow Disease. Pope John Paul didn't die, he preboarded." - Christopher Titus "5th Annual End of the World Tour"
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Schnikies!
This is a lotta stuff to catch up with. And have ya'll considered a seperate thread for "OOC" comments like this? Could cut down some of the info-glut.
Gimmie some time to read up. And then cut the grass. I do my best plotting away from the computer.
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((OOC: We actually had a huge chunk of our thread cut out...so if it doesn't flow that is the reason. Also 'support threads' seem to drop off the scene too quickly. If you need details or info, or want to set up a scene with a particular other character, PMs are your best bet. If you are coming into the thread new, just read back to get a feel for the thread (not necessarily all of it, but a fair chunk). Welcome!))
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
With Mystics assistance the clockwork robots fell quickly. Soon it was only the 'Prince' standing taking a beating.
A little tired and his vision limited, Sting managed to catch the full force of a punch from the Prince that rolled him back to the far side of the room.
"Yeah, that might leave a mark." He weezed.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin